Mind Over ManagersChapter 3
I got home from work that Sunday to find that we had company. Garth, Jen's ex-boyfriend, was there, and he sat on my fucking loveseat as if he owned the damn thing. Clearly, the girls were a little too nervous to tell him off, or perhaps they didn't realize how I felt about the loveseat. The sofa was one thing, but the loveseat was off-limits to the likes of him forever. I was frankly furious. I was done with this jackal and I wanted him out of Jen's life, and the rest of our lives to...